The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in the city of Aethelgard does not fall; it hangs. It is a grey curtain, thick as wool, that presses against the high windows of the Keep, muffling the sounds of the streets below into a dull, rhythmic thud. You stand in the center of the great hall, the stone floor cold through the soles of your boots. The air smells of damp moss, old iron, and the faint, sweet rot of lilies that no...

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